|"I... can't... breathe!"|
|It used to be twice that size.|
All of this activity isn't doing anything for improving the girls' sleep. It's 9:30 and they're still upstairs yakking.
|She's the tall one with the ponytail.|
I feel like we've done nothing but eat and play soccer this weekend. BJ decided that he wanted to make beignets this morning. We started the dough last night, then put it in the fridge after it had risen. We tried frying them in a pan on the stove this morning, but the oil got way too hot and they were burnt on the outside and raw in the center, so he ran out to Walmart to get a Fry Daddy.
It probably would have been cheaper and healthier, in the long run, if he'd just picked up a dozen donuts instead. I keep thinking of things I can fry. It's a new toy! The pamphlet that came with it had a recipe for quesadillas that I'm dying to try. As if quesadillas aren't bad enough with all that cheese - let's deep fry them! I told him before he left that it was kind of a foolish purchase for two people who had been dieting for a year and a half, but he was determined.
The beignets were awesome.
Next weekend I think we're going to try jelly donuts. I remember my Grandma Betty making donuts once when we spent the weekend at her house when I was a kid, and I thought it was magical. They can't be that much worse than pancakes, right?